At 3AM

At 3AM Written by: Alma Morecho Angcap At 3AM the Universe is asleep, But my universe is wide awake. Inside my head at 3AM is just a start, Of all the agony, shaped by me. And lost in the shadow I cannot flee. They sit at every corner of my room, Spreading their arms, swinging their legs, I search for exits and try to escape, But every door leads to another landscape, Stretching beyond where endings should be. At 3AM my head is a machine, Thoughts are running like a villain unseen, Twisting every hope, every will I have been, Turning quiet nights into chaos within. This is a poem made by me.